NP - Guns N' Roses - Welcome To The Jungle
I cleaned the bathroom today. I had to use some bleach on stuff, and the smell of that bleach, my God, it brought back memories. Memories of when I was eight till about twelve maybe. Every friday my dad used to take me and my brother swimming at the staff club where he works. When I smelt that bleach, it was exactly the same smell of that pool...which is a scary thought really, since bleach isnt exactly skin-friendly, but they were friendly memories. I remember one of my dad's friends used to come on some fridays and bring his two sons with him. One of them got a scholarship this year to study medicine in the US, which is quite a shock, since I always remember him as being that skinny kid, even when he outgrew me.
But yeah, the memories of those place are really great. One thing I loved was the pepper steak the restaurant there used to take. I swear it took at least 40 minutes for those guys to actually get the thing to you, but it was delicious. Another of my memories is divebombing into the pool when I was younger...I loved that. Also, sometimes we used to get a bodyboard, and someone would pull the board from outside all around the edge of the pool, with someone on it. Also I remember my dad telling me to try to practice swimming laps in the pool instead of just splashing about. I never did. Oh another thing I remember :D this one is great, when there were four of us, we'd get into two teams, one person gets on the shoulders of the other, and we try to make the other team fall over. The team with my brother on it always won... (funny, I actually played that game 2 years back, except instead of always being the guy on top this time I was supporting someone else's weight...how things change).
Oops, gotta go, housemates are back and the kitchen isnt fully clean yet!
Posted by illogicist at 9:58 AM